Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

"Buzz!" Suddenly, a sound that made both the ghosts and demons present feel trembled was heard from the astrolabe. Everyone quickly retreated and instantly moved away from the disc, which was only two or three feet in size.

Not surprising to everyone, a buzzing sound suddenly started, and a violent and vast energy surged like a tsunami, suddenly impacting the surroundings.

As the energy surged, the two to three feet large disk suddenly shrank by nearly half again, leaving only less than two feet in size.

"Hahaha... Without everyone's help, I wouldn't be able to suppress the fixed astrolabe as easily this time. But that's all you can do now. If anyone dares to fight for the fixed astrolabe, I don't mind waiting for you. Behead.

This is the most dangerous forbidden place for life in the real ghost world. Ancient books record that this is a strange place. After death, the soul cannot enter the netherworld. Even if you wait for the Life Soul Card, you won't be able to get the information. If you fall here, the Tenth Palace will not know the cause of your death. If you want to survive, stay away from here. If you take action, be prepared to die. "

Amidst the roar of violent energy, the words of Saint Qingkui came out.

Amidst the words, the monk from the True Demon Realm flew forward again and took the initiative to attack the Mahayana people from the Real Ghost Realm.

There is no doubt that Holy Lord Qingkui is powerful, even Han Xufeng cannot resist him. But as a monk in the real ghost world, when one's own side has the numerical advantage, it is naturally impossible to give up and let the other party take away the fixed astrolabe.

The figures of the two sides flashed, and they fought together again. The magic weapons and secrets soared into the sky, the earth and the earth trembled, the world shook, and the violent energy of heaven and earth once again impacted and spread all over.

"If you are looking for death, then Qing will no longer hold back." Saint Qingkui looked at Han Xufeng and Fang Yi who were approaching, with no difference in their expressions, and said coldly.

However, before Han Xufeng and the others could reply, two strong winds suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of them.

When the wind suddenly started blowing, two powerful claws that turned into a huge jet black color of more than ten feet carried the cold wind, suddenly shrouding Han Xufeng and Fang Yi's body.

The hands and claws exuded a deep chill, and a strange aura that made Han Xufeng and Fang Yi's hearts tremble suddenly invaded their bodies, making the two of them suddenly feel like they were falling.

Han Xufeng and the other two did not see Holy Lord Qingkui raise his hand at all, but as soon as he said the words, the attack was already in front of them.

Although Han Xufeng and Fang Yi were shocked, they did not panic. Their expressions were cold, their arms suddenly raised, and their attack methods immediately appeared in front of them. A palm blade, a fist shadow, violent energy surged, and it immediately expanded to a huge size, touching the two giant claws that suddenly appeared in front of him.

There was no banging sound, and the two attacks that Han Xufeng and Fang Yi pushed with all their strength touched the two claws that seemed to carry terrifying power. They seemed to hit the void, and suddenly they were huge. The sharp claws passed through it, and the palm blade and giant fist flew out, bombarding into the distance.

"Not good!" The two people exclaimed, their figures suddenly blurred, and they quickly backed away.

"It's too late!" The calm words sounded, and two muffled sounds of flesh being cut by sharp blades resounded at the same time. Two screams resounded, their voices synchronized and indistinguishable from each other.

Two clouds of mist suddenly surged up, like two clouds of escaping wind, suddenly far away from the fixed astrolabe.

The mist retreated, but two balls of essence and blood were left on the spot, dripping from the air, swept away by the violent energy around them, and disappeared.

Saint Qingkui just stood in the void without raising his arms. Two top Mahayana men who were already well-known in the real ghost world spilled blood on the spot. What happened was shocking.

"Use the secret treasure to protect your body. You can't fight with him in close combat. His attacks are fast and weird, but he can't kill us with one blow." The mist surged, and the words of Saint Ancestor Fang Yi came out.

Although the two were injured, it was obviously not fatal. Their strength and means were not damaged and they were still strong.

The two have known each other for a long time. They have teamed up several times to brave dangerous places and deal with powerful beings. Now they immediately made a decision and unified their tactics.

The sky-splitting sword hid itself in the void, and the long blade light broke through the void and fell, like azure dragons tearing through the void and appearing, suddenly flying towards Saint Qingkui.

Han Xufeng and the others used all their strength to attack the astrolabe, hoping to take away this heaven-defying divine object.

Saint Qingkui's eyes were glaring, he snorted softly, and waved his hand to sacrifice the Sky-shaking Bell. The sound wave of the bell stirred and protected his body.

His expression was calm, he did not launch any more attacks to kill the two opponents, and focused his energy on the fixed astrolabe.

"No, we can't collect this disk even if we work together." After just a moment, Fang Yi exclaimed in surprise.

Although Han Xufeng and Fang Yi worked together to perform the spell, their control over the fixed astrolabe was not as good as that of Holy Lord Qingkui. If this continues, there will be no suspense in the end when Saint Qingkui completely controls the fixed astrolabe.

"Since we can't beat the opponent in collecting the fixed astrolabe, we will lure the fixed astrolabe away, and then use the advantage of numbers to bind the opponent. If you don't believe that we can't get this disk. I have injected a large amount of self-destruction spirit into the disk. We will inject a large amount of energy into it with all our strength, and then detonate the spiritual pattern, we will definitely be able to disturb it and escape."

Han Xufeng disappeared into the mist, and a sound transmission entered Fang Yi's ears.

Fang Yi understood it and without any hesitation, two waves of majestic energy surged out at the same time and quickly poured into the disc.

"Junior is looking for death and wants to detonate the astrolabe!"

As expected of Holy Lord Qingkui, he suddenly saw Han Xufeng and the two men pouring out their majestic mana, and immediately thought of their purpose.

Amidst the sharp shouts, two giant palms with surging demonic mist flew out, appearing in front of Han Xufeng and Fang Yi in a flash.

"Bang! Bang!" Two bangs sounded, and two figures suddenly shot out from the thick mist and flew away into the distance.

Just as the two figures were swept away by the attack, a thunderous roar exploded from the disk, and a ball of purple light suddenly burst out, extremely dazzling, lighting up the void, like a purple sun shining with rays of light. .

"Buzz!~~" Along with a devastating explosion energy sweeping across, the fixed astrolabe, which was trembling in the void but did not escape, suddenly erupted with a harsh buzzing sound.

A purple fluorescence shone, the void fluctuated, and the figure of the fixed astrolabe suddenly disappeared on the spot.

"Two juniors are looking for death, and they actually disturbed the fixed astrolabe and escaped." Holy Lord Qingkui showed anger, glared at Han Xufeng and Fang Yi with cold eyes, and slapped hard with his hands again.

This time, his chest was boiling with anger, and the attack had reached full strength.

The two palm prints were like two solid tall mountains, which suddenly fell from the void and appeared in front of Han Xufeng and Fang Yi. There was no sound of wind, but a crushing force that made the two men's expressions suddenly change suddenly enveloped their bodies.

The aura was so terrifying that it was unspeakable. As soon as it hit them, the two real ghost world Mahayana who had just received the next blow and whose new body strength had not fully recovered suddenly felt that their bodies were about to be cracked and crushed.

"The two fellow Taoists retreat quickly, Hao will resist them."

Just when Han Xufeng and Fang Yi opened their eyes wide, tried their best to resist the attack, and used their magic skills to withstand the attack, Hao Banyun's voice rang in their ears.

As the words rang out, a huge mountain-like stone suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, blocking two huge palm prints.

"Bang! Bang!" Two bangs resounded, and the rock that protected Han Xufeng and Fang Yi from the attack of Holy Lord Qingkui actually collapsed on the spot.

It was a stone tablet, tall, solid and time-honored, as if it had experienced the baptism of time.

But this time, under the attack of the two palm seals of Saint Qingkui, it was unable to resist and collapsed.

"Hmph, even if Hao can't kill you today, he will definitely injure you severely." The stone tablet collapsed, and Hao Banyun did not retreat, but a sharp shout was heard.

"Qing is too lazy to pay attention to you now, get out of here." Saint Qingkui snorted coldly, and slapped out a palm, like a mountain impact, directly sending Hao Banyun flying away.

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